Mao Yuanyi had just had a good impression of Zhang Han before, and also felt that he and Yusheng's financial resources were available. When he saw Wang Xinyi's letter, his first reaction was that he was unhappy, and then he was afraid of implicating himself.

Although Kong Minxing and Sun Yuanhua had been in Lizhuang, and Kong Minxing and Zhang Han had a deep friendship, these two people were not afraid. According to Mao Yuanyi's understanding, Kong Minxing had never received a penny of Zhang Han's salary in Lizhuang for many days, and had only received ritual money when he arrived in the capital. This is a common sense. Even if Zhang Han really rebelled, it would not implicate them. Instead, he would have collected so many books at once. If someone took out the old account, it would be a huge trouble.

After hearing what Kong Minxing and Sun Yuanhua said, Mao Yuanyi felt relieved and said, "The prince is too hateful. If you have nothing to do, you can make trouble."

Sun Chengzong said: "Zhang Han has family resources and is kind and kind. This seems to be true. He asked to build a military platform outside the Great Wall to prepare borders. It seems that he also contributed his own investment?"

"Yes." Kong Min said: "I know this matter late. Last year, Su Nan and Bu Nan invaded, and more than 20,000 northern barbarians entered Xinpingbao and other forts, and went south to Lizhuang in Tianchengwei. That was the core of Zhang Wenlan. Many craftsmen's workshops were here, selling iron tools, carriages, etc. from the north, and they were all here. After this incident, Wenlan decided to go north to prevent the enemy. He said that the court was worried about the east, and the northwest, Jin and northern must be to prevent the attack. Therefore, if there were any northern barbarians who were passive when they went south, it would be better to take the initiative to go north."

Mao Yuanyi nodded and said, "It's because he is the descendant of Feng Pangong who has such insight. If he were an ordinary businessman, how could he be like this?"

Sun Chengzong looked at Kong Minxing and said in a deep voice: "Zhang Han should have a northward smuggling business, so he has a grudge with Taiji, the Northern Territory. In order to protect the business, he had to go north to build a fort and control the business road, right?"

Kong Minxing said frankly: "Wansheng saw a convoy going north, but Wansheng was never involved in this matter. So even if the Lord of the Pavilion asked, Wansheng could only answer without knowing it."

"I don't know, it's best!"

Sun Chengzong breathed a sigh of relief at this time and said frankly: "The one who wants to target Zhang Han is Wang Wenyan, Yang, and Zuo Ergong must also support Wang Wenyan. Wang is in Datong, but he is just following the will of Wang Wenyan."

"How did the Lord of the Pavilion know about this?"

"Oh..." Sun Chengzong said with some distraction: "Senior Liu and Yao Zongwen both mentioned this matter to me, and also vaguely mentioned Zhang and Wang's reasons for rebellion. There are some dirty things on the left and right, and it is really unreasonable. Wang Wenyan is a villain, but everyone trusts him and is helpless..."

This is also a contradiction within the Donglin Party. If a party is too big, it means that there are many mountains and conflicts.

Fortunately, the Donglin Party is now dominant, and Ye Xianggao is in charge of the helm. The general direction is quite correct, but there are Wei Zhongxian, Keshi, Yang Lian, Zuo Guangdou and Wang Wenyan, outside, which are not worry-free. Wang Wenyan is just a little bitch, and he is going to cause trouble in Shanxi, which makes Sun Chengzong very unhappy.

Mao Yuanyi suddenly said: "I heard from a certain father-in-law that Zhang Han seemed to have also quoted it in the inner court, and he gave the carriage mold to the emperor last time."

Sun Chengzong said: "I also know about this. The emperor once told me in person that although it was a small matter, it was a big cart like this based on road conditions to transport more goods and communicate with each other. Merchants can benefit the country, and craftsmen can also benefit the country."

"How did Lord Gongma get back then?"

"I said craftsmen are useful, military soldiers are useful, and merchants are of course useful. But the important thing is to govern them with gentlemen and shepherd them, and use their talents to avoid chaos."

"What does the emperor say?"

"The Emperor said: Good."

After Sun Chengzong finished speaking, he thought about it with his lips and finally said, "I will show my attitude about this matter. I do not agree with making trouble in Datong. Unless there is evidence of actual achievements, it will be useless and cause trouble."

Mao Yuanyi said with some concern: "Are you afraid of Wang?"

Sun Chengzong said proudly: "I don't think I have to worry about him yet!"

...

"Did you hear the sound of water?"

Zhang Xuwen's entire ear was pressed to the ground, trying to find traces of the sound of water, but this time it was futile and there was no movement at all.

Petrien's lips were so dry that he could not speak. He still grinned at this time. Because he was so fucked so hard, the smile made the lips crack, and blood beads burst out from both the upper and lower lips.

"Don't be anxious..." Petrilin said: "At least two days, you will definitely reach the estuary..."

Zhang Xuwen's lips were also very dry and chapped, and he didn't have much strength on his body. He just glared at Petrien fiercely.

"Dog-Damn Russian..." He Bin was half lying on the ground, behind him was a piece of dead broken wood. He was weak and half dead. Fortunately, the three brothers Zheng Zhilong were as strong as cows. They provided food and drinking water to He Bin as much as possible, and at least they dragged him all the way.

Gan Hui, Mo Zongtong and others are both very strong and have suffered since childhood and do not need anyone to take care of them. However, they have lost weight for several times and have lost their bodies.

Compared with their group of Han people, the dozen Russians were really as strong as bears, and they were struggling through obstacles along the way. These Russians were still laughing all day long, and they could not tell at all that they were tired or weak. Only after they drank the soju that they brought from Xinpingbao, the tempers of these guys became violent.

The water began to be cut off the day before yesterday. In the past two days, only drinking dew and drawing water from some wild fruits, two Russians fell down in a row, and they couldn't get up after sleeping. Only then did people know that these guys looked like bears, but they were actually very thick and tough, and they were going to die.

Russians are almost indifferent to the death of their companions, and they don’t care. In their eyes, life is indifferent. They just dug two pits, made two crosses, and made simple prayers. The living people just pretended that nothing was wrong and continued to move forward.

Of course, it's all Petrane's fault.

Although they have a longer route from Tomsk, the water sources along the way and the supply points have been ripe. Even if there is a no-man's land that lasts more than a month, they have walked many times. It is clear how to replenish the supply. Unless they are sick on the road, they will not have any worries about their lives.

As a result, in order to figure out the situation of several rivers between Irkutsk and Tomsk, Petrine also had to calculate the land distance and direction, and led this group of people to go west from the south of the Hanhai Sea, taking a completely deserted route.

The distance from Irkutsk to Tomsk is equal to the entire Outer Mongolia. The route is similar to that of Datong to Shenyang, and it is all undeveloped wilderness... There is no trace of people here, and the Mongols in the far north do not move here. The Tatars and Cossacks of the Siberian Khanate are not here. There are endless birch forests and black forests everywhere. There are no edges in the woodlands. There are many wild beasts in groups, black bears everywhere, and tigers and wolves. Even if they keep walking along the grass beach and river valley terrain, it is extremely difficult and difficult.

All the way along the river, this time it may be a gap between the two valleys. According to Petrien, walking further forward was the Little Yeseni River. After walking for three days, there was still no trace of the river. Everyone had used up all the water storage. They looked everywhere and saw woods everywhere. The place they were walking was the edge of several large forests, with some shrubs and grasslands, some boulders, and traces of rivers washing over. There should be a river here during the water swelling season, but now it has dried up.

He Bin gasped and said, "This fucking endless forest is everywhere, and it is almost the same as in the sea. I can no longer walk..."

Zheng Zhilong was also weak and wanted to persuade He Bin to say a few words, but his mouth was so dry that he really couldn't speak.

Mo Zongtong couldn't help but say to Petrilin: "Petlin, tell me, even if we deliver the goods to the sea of ​​the sea, how can you transport them to Tomsk?"

"Answer you later..." Petrien strode to He Bin, staring at He Bin with blue eyes. He said to He Bin: "He, are you really unable to walk and you can't leave?"

He Bin cursed: "Dog Petrien, I've been fooled by you... I don't know what to do now, so it's better to step back."

"Go back?" Petrine looked surprised, and Madoff and others beside him laughed wildly.

"We Russians don't know what it means to go back!" Pettering took out a short gun from his arms. This was a new product he made from the Lizhuang Fireworks Bureau. It was completely unstable. The flintlock pistol and the bullet balls were always good. Pettering raised the pistol, aimed it at He Bin's forehead, and pulled the dragon head up.

"Stop." Mo Zongtong signaled the soldiers to guard the situation. They were carrying a soldier from the Bird Gun Flag Team. The soldiers could hold on to their spirit and physical strength, and they were not much better than the Russians. When they saw Petrien's actions, the firearm soldiers had already raised the muskets in their hands, and there was a sound of plucking the dragon head.

"Mo, don't be nervous." Petrien turned to Mo Zong Channel: "This is the rule of us Russians. If we are not strong in this kind of place, it will only drag down our teammates. If someone in the team says something despicable, is trying to go back, or doesn't want to leave again, we will shoot him on the forehead... so that everyone can continue moving forward with energy again."

"What the hell is this rule..." Zhang Xuwen's forehead was about to explode. These Russians always boasted that they were civilized in the European continent. What a bullshit civilization!

"This is the rule of us Russians..." Petrien told Mo Zong Channel: "If we have about one hundred people, if there are people who spread pessimism in the team and even shake everyone's will, then one person may drag the team across it."

Petrien turned to Zheng Zhilong again and said seriously: "It's like on a sea boat. If a person suffers from a plague, everyone will throw him into the sea. You can't harm the whole ship because of one person."
Chapter completed!